"Little brother of Yin'er, Where are you going?"
That silky voice drifted into his ears. Wang Heiyue froze in place, palm flatted against the wooden door, ready to slide it open. The dragon slowly twisted his body, staring blankly at the respective owner of the tea house.
Madam He.
In her complete attire. Long and thick wool wounded around her arm, falling on each side of her hourglass hips. Her abyss-colored hair was in a bun, pierced by a hairpin. Her head was also decorated with various hair ornaments that jingled at every movement she made. It confused Wang Heiyue how strong her neck was to hold those things all day long.
Thick perfume emitted from the woman standing across from him, causing the little dragon to scrunch his nose up. With arms crossed and a face caked with make up, she stared down at him with a judging look.
Wang Heiyue had heard her coming but he never expected this old hag to actually approach him.
